One single woman, one crazy city, and a chronic disease

February 14, 2009

The only living girl in New York

According to my horoscope, 2009 is supposed to be the year of love for me (and all of you fellow Librans, fyi). Apparently, the stars haven't been aligned like this for me since 1997. In fact, if my horoscope is to be believed, I ought to find myself tripping over love and romance any minute.

I'm not holding my breath.

Maybe it's the New Yorker in me, but I've grown a little cynical. Meeting single men who are nice, honest and socially adept is no easy task in this city (or, perhaps, anywhere? )

Nonetheless, I've decided it's time to try. As many of you have read, I put a full stop to my dating when I got diagnosed with RA a little more than a year ago. I declared a moratorium-partly because I was tired of going out on bad dates, but mostly because I knew I needed to focus on myself and not have to worry about anyone else's needs-and, seeing as how I was single, I could afford to do just that.

But, now a year has gone by- I'm doing much, much better, and feel like maybe it's time to face that final frontier. To that end, I am (sigh/cringe/shiver) going back online. Oh how I truly wish that I could just run into someone decent on the street, or in a starbucks, or hell, even at a bar, but I'm pretty sure it's more likely that scientists will discover a cure for RA before that actually happens. So there you go.

Don't worry, in the unlikely event that I actually start dating or (gasp!) end up in a relationship, I'm not going to start posting sappy, intimate details about my personal life on this blog (my mom reads this, after all), but I do think that dating with a chronic illness is worth writing/talking about because it does add a whole other category of complication into the mix. Oh lucky me. I know, I know- any guy who is truly worth having around won't mind that one day he may have to help feed me (and way before I'm 80), but knowing that and finding that guy are two totally different things.

In the meantime, I am fortunate to have some kick ass girlfriends to spend my Friday and Saturday nights with. As a matter of fact, I just got home from doing the most stereotypical single gal event ever: going with a group of eight single girls to see He's Just Not That Into You.